No, thank you

Can’t claim to have seen the show, but this is plain wrong.

From the Keyboard


The other night, I watched as a TV food critic led cameras into the kitchen of a trendy new restaurant.

His review of the meal has been rhapsodic, spread over an array of dishes, which he lustily devoured. And, I  thought, gee, I’d like to try that place.

Then he went into the kitchen to talk to the chef—a young man who was clearly thrilled by the attention, his new star-status.

Being the food freak I am, I waited, pen in hand, for the reviewer to repeat the restaurant’s name and address, both of which I’d failed to write down during the opening. Yes, I was smitten, and ready to make a reservation the minute I had a number, That is, until the chef, while demonstrating how he prepared a signature salad, plunged both of his bare hands into the bowl of greens and other ingredients, and fondled them…repeatedly.

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The Journey of 1000 Miles…

…begins with a single step.

Working on the goal of walking one thousand miles this year (thanks to Caroline C for the challenge) in the past two months, this pedometer geek has definitely gotten out of the slump seen in the number of steps of the last few months of 2016.

In January, the total number of steps taken by the pedometer geek was 266,612 steps of which 150,747 were aerobic steps. (Aerobic steps are based on ten minutes or more of continuous walking.) As embarrassing as it is to admit, there were nearly as many aerobic steps as what this slacker totally put on the pedometer in December. All told, 83 miles of the goal were accomplished through the end of January.

While January’s numbers were a vast improvement over December’s numbers, February was an even better month. This pedometer geek managed to log 297,290 steps during February. Aerobic steps, which were mostly obtained on the treadmill, totaled 185,265. Except for one day of 9,614 steps, the daily goal of 10,000 steps (or more) was also obtained, but, obviously overall, the average day’s total was 10,617 steps. In the mileage department another  93.71 miles were accumulated bringing the yearly total to 176.71 miles. As an aside, this pedometer geek has an Omron pedometer, Model HJ-720ITFFP, which records steps, aerobic steps, miles, and calories.

The advantage to all this time on the treadmill is that this pedometer geek has also had the opportunity to read quite a few books since the beginning of the year. Just in February alone, sixteen books were read (or completed). To this, as in years past, working on challenges of the pages-read challenge and SIY (set-it-yourself) finds this reader ahead of the goals, but more important, it is fun to combine the two resolutions of walking and reading.

Now to continue the inroads made in the first two months as the year moves forward. Although the books were not listed here, a few of them have been reviewed on If interested, I can always list some of the books read in the past two months in the comments.



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This is a short, poignant poem written by my friend Annette A. Talbert. It really spoke to me; I hope you appreciate it as much as I did.

In Transition

We humans build walls,

to separate –

we create artificial barriers

to keep those different people

from mixing with “us.”

Walls are first created in our hearts

when we divide the human race by-

race, tribe, religion, politics, sex,

then we build a wall to keep

the “others” away.

But travel by air into space-

and notice there are no barriers

on this fragile blue planet.


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A Different Way of Seeing

I wrote this several years ago, and it was published in the anthology entitled On Being a Pharmacist: True Stories by Pharmacists, compiled and edited by Joanna Maudlin Pangilinan and J. Aubrey Waddell. It was published by the American Pharmacists Association in 2010.

I share it now.

     Ancaro imparo means “I am still learning” and is attributed to the 87-year-old Michelangelo. Like him, I am still learning and have found that nearly every pharmacist has been able to teach me something. That’s one of the great advantages to working with so many people over the years. The mentoring process is ongoing and perhaps even subtle at times. Often, we learn to do something a better, easier way. Sometimes it’s a new technique, or it’s a more effective way to communicate with the patients we serve. At times, we even learn how best not to do something.

Once, the lesson I learned was how to be more compassionate. Lori was a technician I hired many years ago. She had a gap of nearly 5 years in her work history, and I wondered whether she would be dependable. From her interview, I found out that she was a mother of two young boys and was just reentering the workforce. Although she was on welfare, she had plans to go back to school to finish her education.

At the time, I wondered if I would be taking a gamble by hiring her. In the end, I decided to give her a try, and, boy, did that gamble pay off! She was extremely dependable, had a great work ethic, and was upbeat about everything. In her words, she was “blessed” despite the difficulties of rearing two boys, returning to school full time, working, and being on welfare. I worked with her for several years until she graduated as a nurse.

One day when we were working together, a patient on welfare came in to pick up a prescription. The prescription was written for Phospho-soda, which is an over-the-counter (OTC) medication. In the state in which I reside, OTC medications are not, for the most part, covered by Medicaid; however, prescription medications are. Thus, even if the patient has a prescription for an OTC medication, she would have to pay for it. Most patients on Medicaid cannot afford to pay for any medication that isn’t covered by their insurance, no matter how inexpensive.

In the patient’s case, this medication, being used for a procedure, was medically necessary, yet the patient did not have the money to pay for it. At that, Lori said that she would pay for it, and she did. She, who could ill afford it herself, paid for the patient’s prescription.

I admit that I was embarrassed by my lack of generosity and compassion. That I, who could easily afford it, couldn’t see that the patient’s need outweighed the cost, but Lori did.

Whether she knows it or not, that act of stewardship has forever changed the way I look at patients and their needs. I believe I have become a more caring pharmacist and have at times done the same thing for others—whether it’s a college student away from home and out of cash, a person who just can’t afford a needed antibiotic, or some other equally important reason. No, I don’t pay for everyone’s prescriptions, and I don’t do it all the time, but sometimes it is as Lori said, “Well, she needs it, doesn’t she?”

Nancy Brady, 2009


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Totally Nuts!

Just had to share this blog; it is totally nuts.
By the way, the bag of peanuts that is labelled for the birds doesn’t post a warning. Birds and squirrels, you are on your own.


The other day I bought a bag of peanuts.

The back of the bag listed the ingredients: peanuts

and below that–

“Allergen Statement: May contain peanuts.”

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From the perspective of author Michael Seidel. Thanks for sharing your opinion and thoughts.

Michael Seidel, writer

I hate myself on days like this.

I confess, I have longings.

Some are very simple and basic. Many will claim them as impractical and idealistic, even absurd.

Like, I have longings to be young again, and to have a nice cup of coffee with a pastry or donuts without worries about its healthiness or origins, longings to walk around, preferably on a warm, pleasant beach, smiling and nodding in friendliness to other people, who simply nod and smile back in friendliness.

I have longings for success, comfort, happiness, fun, and security in all its forms.

I have longings for freedom, equality, liberty and justice.

I’ll bet those longings are shared with many others.

I bet many people on the right and left share these longings.

I bet many politicians and CEOs share these longings, along with teachers, minorities, refugees, shoppers, consumers, teenagers, the elderly, the rich and the poor.

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A couple of years ago my husband and I had our genome mapped through I have to say I was surprised to find out what my genes said about me (and my ethnic makeup). While I knew that I had mostly Scots-Irish ancestors based on my grandmother’s genealogy quest in the late sixties, I didn’t know much more than that.

What I found out is that I am a mutt, a Heinz 57, if you will. My genetic makeup includes sub-Saharan African ancestry, Native American ancestry, Asian ancestry, and European ancestry including 2.6% Neanderthal. In other words, I am a human being with parts from across the globe. I don’t know how all these parts came to be. I don’t know all the pieces to my genetic puzzle; I just know that based on my genetic results, I am black, brown, red, yellow, and white.

I am a United States citizen because I was born here. It’s as simple as that…for me, that is. Yet, somewhere in the past, I had ancestors who weren’t born here, who came here as immigrants and became citizens. So, by extension, I am an immigrant, too.

The question is: based upon my definition above, how many people in the United States can claim that they are not immigrants? If one is 100% Native American, then yes, that may be the exception. Otherwise, most of us are immigrants even if we haven’t had our genome mapped or genealogy checked out.

The United States was a country founded on immigrants. Many of the immigrants came here because of religious persecution. Others came for other reasons. Some came, not of their own volition, but because they were enslaved. Whatever the reason, people came to these shores and found a new home. Some could only speak their own language when they first got here, but usually in a short amount of time, they were assimilated.

Because we are a nation of immigrants, we should be willing to take a chance on people who are just like us, that is immigrants, no matter their race, creed, religion, nationality, or sexual orientation. Except now, many people are being denied the opportunity to come to this country. Our borders are being sealed off and fear and lies are being spread by our leaders. It is a scary time for all…for those who would love to come here and can’t; for those who have family both here and there; for those who have lived here all their lives, but see discrimination for those who may be different from us. (Or not so different.)

I am saddened and depressed by the vitriolic rhetoric and executive orders that are being signed that affect so many. It’s like a bad dream, and it is hard to believe this is the United States. That it has become this reality of targeting ethnic groups, targeting nationalities, targeting religions, and targeting anyone who is different. I can’t be silent about this. Who will be next? Will it be you?

I am an immigrant. Are you?



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